Our Story

Zuwadati — زوّادتي — means ‘my provisions’: the food you pack for a long journey, wrapped with care by the ones who love you. For Palestinians, that single word holds a whole world — the olive oil pressed from a grandfather’s trees, the za’atar dried on a rooftop, the jar of makdous put up before winter. It is home, made small enough to carry.

Food is how we remember

Across generations and across borders, Palestinians have kept their homeland alive on the table. When words fail, taste remembers. A spoonful of mulukhiyah, the smoke of freekeh, the sharp bite of a pickle — these are not just flavours. They are a village, a season, a mother’s hands.

We built Zuwadati for you

For those far from home — if your family carried a key and the memory of a village left in 1948, this is the taste they spoke of. We bring it to your kitchen, wherever in the world you have built a new one, so your children can taste where they come from.

For the friends of Palestine — every jar you open is an act of solidarity. Your purchase goes directly to the farming families who remain on the land, tending trees their ancestors planted. Support you can see, and taste.

For everyone who loves this land and its food — pull up a chair. Our table has always been big, and there is a place at it for you.

From the soil of home, to the heart of yours

Every product we send you is zuwada for your own journey — a piece of Palestine, prepared the old way and carried with love. Thank you for keeping it alive with us.